Before Reed and the Others Return

It took time for Sue Storm to heal. That first night, she had mopped her pussy and blood and cum had stained the soft hand towel. The next day, she hadn't been able to walk. It felt like something had torn in her hips, and the pain had made it difficult to think. She was reduced to asking H.E.R.B.I.E. to alternate bringing her hot towels and ice packs, painkillers and inflammation reducers.

Days passed. Sue managed to hobble around, to exercise a little. Videochats with the children. Visits from the nurse, where she put on a brave face and let her check the wound on her leg, but not let her near her pussy. There were dark bruises on the labia that faded to yellow with the days.

Yet as much as the Invisible Woman knew she needed to heal, to rest, she was also aware that her time was growing short. Her wounded leg was healing. Reed and the others could return any day. Then she would be back in the middle of life—and it would be too risky, too dangerous to slip away for a rendezvous.

"A rendezvous," Sue Storm said to herself as she stared at her face in the mirror. At the face of a cheating whore. Porkum wasn't some simple affair, some lover on the side. He was a supervillain. He had fucked her until she bled.

"And God help me, I want it again," Sue said.

Her hands closed into white knuckle grips on the sink. Her whole body shivered. The need, the ache, had grown inside of her every day since she had last been with Porkum. His cum, his seed, his milk—her body was thirsty for it. Her cunt squirmed and dripped painfully down her legs as she thought of him.

Until she could put it off no longer.

The bruises on her body hadn't completely faded when she called. The words stuck in her throat as she heard the heavy breathing on the other end. Like a wild animal that snuffled at the receiver.

"My place," Porkum said. "Tonight. After it's dark."

A pause.

"Make sure you're nice and wet for me."

A tear ran down Sue's face as he ended the call. A warm runnel of liquid oozed from her leaking pussy. She could guarantee that. She was always wet, these days. Just thinking about his cock made her body shake and shiver as a heat built inside of her, a knot of anticipation in her cheating cunny that demanded release.

Night in Manhattan is never fully dark. Too many street lights, house lights, planes and helicopters passing overhead, cars on the streets, cellphones...you couldn't see the stars at night, and the moon might be hidden by clouds, but the light of the city would reflect off the clouds. In that half-light, Sue Storm was a wraith, half-blended with shadow, even when she wasn't invisible.

The door to Porkum's lair was unlocked. Her path was well-lit, though the rest of the building was dark. In the kitchen, she froze as she saw a Doombot, naked metal covered only by a white apron and a chef's hat, pull a batch of bonbons from the oven and set them out to cool. A hollow opened in Sue Storm's heart as she realized what that meant—who Porkum was in league with.

The robot paused and watched her as Sue, now visible, limped past it into Porkum's lair.

The mounds of trash had been cleaned away. A new, larger mattress filled most of the room. And around it, three Doombots stood behind digital cameras. For a moment, Sue Storm paused. She could turn around. Run. Unleash her forcefields, bring the entire building down. One vast invisible ****, like the finger of God, to erase this place off the face of the Earth.

Then Porkum emerged from the restroom. His cock rose at the sight of her, the pink worm-like thing grew thicker and longer. Sue could smell it from here—and just like that, she knew she was lost.

"Are you wet, slut?" he asked. As if he couldn't smell his pussy from where he stood.

"Yes," Sue said, and she could not stop herself from trembling with excitement.

"Clothes off. On your back. Legs spread," Porkum gave a leer. "This time, I want to kiss you when I fill your jizzhole."

Sue Storm couldn't get her clothes off fast enough. Her heart hammered against her breastbone as she laid down. The cold eyes of the Doombots and their cameras caught every angle. There was nowhere for her to hide as she lewdly spread her legs, like one of the girls in Johnny's magazines. Pussy juice dribbled down from her hairy slit. She hadn't shaved in days, and for a moment she was afraid how Porkum would react.

Then his big fuckstick hovered over her. His small, dark eyes took in every detail of her soft breasts with their hard, brown nipples. The wet pink slit inside the forest of golden curls. The yellowed bruises from the last time they had fucked. The bed creaked as he crawled onto it.

"Guide it in," Porkum ordered. "I want you to tell me how much you want it in your cocksocket."

"I...I need your cock inside of me," Sue said as she sat halfway up, to grab his dick. It was so hot in her hands she thought she would melt. As she peeled back his foreskin, the rank, animalistic smell made her head swim. Drool spilled down the sides of her mouth as his pre-cum splashed across her stomach, mingled with her pubic hair. Her abdomen was a knot of worried anticipation as she pressed the stiff prick down, guided the spongy, wet tip to her pathetic pussy. Sue sobbed. "I can't live without it. I need to feel you in me. Fuck me. Use me. I'm your whore...aaagh!"

Porkum's pig-like face was implacable. He waited as Sue pushed more and more of him inside of her...and then he moved with a single, violent thrust that buried half of his cock inside of her in one go.

Her back arched. A scream ripped itself from her body. Pain. Shock. Pleasure. Her cunny convulsed around the invading cock, so much bigger and thicker than her husband's. Sue had never cum just from sticking it in before, but now she couldn't stop. Her whole body was tuned for this...had waited, longed for this moment, for him to wear her like a condom.

The pig-man mutant was just getting started.

There was no defraudium. If Sue Storm had used her powers, she could have thrown Porkum off in an instant. Instead, she was putty beneath his hands. Like some inflatable fuckdoll. There was no way for her to reciprocate, to have any input in how they fucked. His strength and smell were overwhelming, and the normally confident and assured Sue Storm was swamped by his mass as he leaned over her body, more and more of his immense pecker buried inside her twat with each thrust. She screamed as she thought her pussy would burst—and that was when his hands clamped tight about her tits, and his snout pushed forward, to **** his tongue into her mouth, into her throat.

Sue Storm didn't fight it. She surrendered to it. Her hands came up to cradle his piggy head as she sucked on his tongue. Her heels bounced against his buttocks as she urged him deeper, even if it meant he split her in two. The cold eyes of the cameras caught everything as she accepted everything Porkum would give her.

His first burst of cum was so hot it scalded the mouth of her cervix. Her whole body tensed as the thick load burst deep inside of her. The pressure built inside of her as Porkum's weight crushed her into the mattress. The traitorous cervix spasmed and slurped in a **** bid to suck as much of the virile seed into her womb as possible. Pain lanced through her body, sharp and bright, and she did not see the bright stain of red that flowed out onto the bedsheets beneath her ass as her labia split. Shortly after, a gout of jizz spurted out of the overstuffed cunt, and mingled with the blood to make a pink froth as he ground his cock around inside of her.

It might have been hours later. Sue wasn't sure. She knew, at the end, that her pussy was numb. That she was drenched in sweat and stank of Porkum, that his saliva covered her face from his rough kisses, that her legs were devoid of strength and she lay in a puddle of blood and spunk. When he did, finally, pull out to take a piss, Sue couldn't move. She was stuck to the mattress, utterly without strength.

The Doombots zoomed in on her ruined cunt. At the yellow-white seed that oozed sluggishly out of her, thick as tapioca. It seemed impossible that all of that could come from a single creature.

She knew she was done when Porkum threw a towel onto her naked body. It was over. When she **** herself to move, Sue felt—sated. The shakes, the urge was gone. Tomorrow, she knew, she would barely be able to move. Yet for now—

Sue dressed in silence. She didn't bother to empty the cum from her swollen and sore slit, just let it run down her legs as she **** them back into her Fantastic Four uniform. Felt it squelch in her booties, a sticky mess about her toes. So much cum.

As she staggered out, one of the Doombots handed her a small box of bonbons to take with her...and a smartphone.

"When you need to call again, use this phone," Doom's voice came from the Doombot. "It is untraceable."

The Invisible Woman took the chocolates and the phone numbly. Then she stared into the eyes of the robot. Modeled after Doom's own eyes.

"Why?" she asked.